'Squark!' went Polly again; and Bob knew by the sound that she was nearer to him than she had been, so he moved a little farther off, notwithstanding his threat.

Beast!' said Bob, shaking his fist at the parrot. Polly began to get down the tree.

As Bob saw her do this, he moved still farther; but Polly went on in her awkward shuffling way, as if she had made up her mind to do something.

'What do you want running after me, in this way, you nasty brute?' said Bob. I'll wring your head off for you if you come nearer.'

All very fine words; but it was nothing of the kind when Polly did go nearer. She flew at Bob's legs, and pecked his feet and his ankles until he squealed and kicked; but he could not kick the bird, she was always too quick for that. Louisa forgot the loss of her hat in watching Bob and the parrot. Sarah could do nothing but stare, and Tom seemed so pleased at his brother being in a scrape, that he laughed out loud, and jumped for glee.

Polly got the best of it, for she managed to drive Bob before her by pecking his legs until he could stand it no longer; and he took to his heels and ran.

Then they all laughed together, Polly the

loudest of any, until Louisa caught sight of her torn hat, and began again to whimper.

'Here, take it!' said Tom Jackson, throwing it towards her. I can't be stopping here all day!' and off he ran after his bad brother, leaving Louisa, Sarah, and the parrot on the ground.

'Come here, Polly,' said Sarah; 'come to me, and I will take you back to the waggon.'

The bird looked at her, and seemed thinking; then she made up her mind, and going to Sarah, climbed on her hand.

She had a long chatter all the way to the waggon, though there was not much sense in it, it sounded as if the parrot was telling the two little girls how Bob Jackson had pulled her tail, and she seemed glad, poor little bird! to get back into the cart, and go to sleep in a corner.

Whilst the fight between Bob Jackson and the parrot was going on, you remember the rest of the party were trying to catch the donkeys.

We left Harry Walton sprawling on the turf, and the donkey which he had caught galloping away. All the racing and dodging and laughing had to begin over again.

In the midst of all this fun and noise, Harry stopped. He had been running the fastest, and laughing the loudest of any. He thought he

heard a little scream which sounded like his own name. He listened, and he heard it again; and directly he set off running the other road, away from the donkey they had been chasing.

What is it, Harry? Do you see any one of them over there?' asked Mr. Lawley.

Harry gave no answer. I do not think he heard the question. He still kept running away to the place where he thought he had heard the little scream.

He in a few minutes came to the spot where George and Toby had been left. There was George still in the same place, but lying down fast asleep. There was no Toby to be seen.

'George! where is Toby?' asked Harry.

Eh! what do you say?' said George, only half awake.

Toby,' said Harry; 'what has become of him?'" 'Oh, I don't know,' said George; 'leave me alone, do; I am so tired.'

Harry had no need to ask any more. George went off snoring the next minute; and Harry heard again the little scream, this time not very far off, and he ran as quickly as he could to where it came from.

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CHAPTER XIII.

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BOB IS THRASHED.

E came to an open place in the wood, and there, under a large tree, stood Bob and Tom Jackson. They had lost no time, it seems, in finding fresh work for themselves. What useful boys they might have been, if they had been good and kind, instead of bad as they were! It was a great pity, was it not, that all Bob's and Tom's strength and quickness should be wasted doing the devil's work instead of God's work?

You know that every kind action is work for God, and every naughty, ill-natured one work for the devil. You will see before long how badly people who serve the devil get paid for their work.

At first Harry Walton could not see what the two Jacksons were about. They were both look

ing up into the tree. They did not hear or see Harry coming, for his steps made no noise on the soft grass, and their backs were towards him, and it is only spiders who can see with their backs turned.

Harry heard Bob say as he drew near

'Go up higher then; go up to the top, or we will shake you down!'

'I can't,' said the voice of little Frank Walton; 'I can't indeed,' and then he again gave a little scream, for Bob shook the tree.

Harry came close up to Bob, and taking him by the collar of his jacket, he gave him a shake in his turn, so that he had to leave go his hold of the bough of the tree.

Both Bob and Tom turned round at this.

'What are you doing to my little brother?' said Harry.

'We are teaching him to climb,' said Bob. 'You get out, will you, and mind your own business?' and Bob tried to shake off Harry's hand.

But Harry would not be shaken off.

'It is my own business,' he answered. 'Why are you teasing my little brother?'

'I shall do as I like,' said Bob, again laying hold of the bough. 'I suppose the young noodle